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Put your up if you want to
Pull your muthafuckin' caps
Over muthafuckin' eyes til' you can't see shit
I want you to go blind,
So you can feel how I
I was in that muthafuckin' coma

Raised in the city of
Where safe and danger switch
So stranger, slow
Where beggars and gangsta's
and dank are
Just part of a that we show

We got mountains and
We move in motion
Off sticky you walk up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' better
why we all take our hats off to you
The one

Come to my hood,
at my block, block
That's project buildin'
Yeah, that's where I got shot,

'Cause I was more hood than
Had more than Jay
More scars on my than the original Scarface
Or the homeboy

Al Pacino be no gangsta'
Deniro on Casino, he no
be, wanna see, wanna get a shovel
Dig tookie up nigga 'cause he know

Niggas think 'cause they watch Menace a times
Cube in Boys n The Hood and press rewind
That you can survive when a real
Run your corner and flex the nine

You must be out of mind
A real Blood put you out of your mind
So the fuck up out of my hood
Or my niggas take you up out of your

It a movie, dog
Hell yeah, it's a real Uzi, dog
I'm 'bout to hop my Impala
Try to keep up, lose me y'all

Raised in the city of
safe and danger switch lanes
So stranger, slow
beggars and gangsta's pass
Women and are
Just part of a that we show

We got and ocean
We move in slow
Off that sticky you walk up to
I ain't nothin' better there
That's why we all our hats off to you
The one

I the real O-Dog
And nigga know the real Game
I call him the tape
And he ain't been in no gang

But he in my house, house
And he set on my couch,
I put one in the air
So yeah, nigga know what I'm 'bout, 'bout

I'm 'bout my hood, I'm my block
I'm 'bout my chips so if the rat money
And I punch a
you slippin' at a light, get out yo' shit

We niggas, out of towner's
And rap niggas, and players
'Cause we player
We chop it up with them trap

We Outkasts, we big
Ludacris with them big
Where I'm there's only
Two things standin' on the
Me and that liquor

Look what the Bloods did to
Look the Crips did to Jeezy
This gang banger shit ain't nothin' to with
Me and Dogg just made it look easy

Raised in the city of
Where safe and switch lanes
So stranger, slow
Where beggars and gangsta's
Women and are
Just part of a face we show

We got mountains and
We move in slow
Off that you walk up to blow
I swear ain't nothin' there
why we all take our hats off to you
The one

Y'all got this LA shit real fucked up man
Niggas better respectin' what the fuck we about man
We take the fuck out
This shit ain't no movie,

This is real, Crips, Bloods, Ese's
We hold shit down, is LA
Wrote the on my face, put a muthafuckin' star behind
the fuck I am, Starface
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